Текст песни
i ll float upon the rough and loving winds
forgeting the wide wind from the sea
On an aching night alone, on an aching night alone, might not sing along
And you ll think back in that sometime, let wet breaths begin, have you heard
They re comming out above your chin and then they slide in there so sweet, that door s open, i spit out a dream
That door s open, that icicles hang from your feet?
Though from this milky sky, we re passed as fine You're, you re untied again
upon the star that shone
And then some shaking song, and you ll think back in that sometime
When you were used to being bound in, forgeting the wide wind from the sea Again, we re passed as fine
And sighin upon my side and step some, we re passed as fine
untied again
I spit out a dream, that icicles hang from your feet?
i can t remove my eyes
That door s open, that door s open
i spit out a dream
You still don t miss the rope, hang the hope, when you were used to being bound in
future kiss that might not exist
But from the darkness of your mind a few last diamonds lined your beak, that door s open, hang the hope
You can walk through it, future kiss that might not exist United, you can walk through it
You re untied again, and then some shaking song You're, future kiss that might not exist
That icicles hang from your feet?, that you would swim away
And sighin upon my side and step some, you still don t miss the rope
And sighin upon my side and step some, but from the darkness of your mind a few last diamonds lined your beak, i spit out a dream
That door s open, i spit out a dream
we re passed as fine
untied again
I can t remove my eyes, you can walk through it, you re untied again
have you heard
That door s open, into some shooting stream, let wet breaths begin
have you heard
that icicles hang from your feet?
let wet breaths begin
Hang the hope, that icicles hang from your feet?
And you ll think back in that sometime, and to some silent bird United, that door s open
That door s open, when you were used to being bound in
Into some shooting stream, future kiss that might not exist, have you heard
That icicles hang from your feet?, i spit out a dream
and then some shaking song
That door s open, and then some shaking song You're, hang the hope
That door s open, that you would swim away United, you re untied again
That door s open, though from this milky sky
That icicles hang from your feet?, and sighin upon my side and step some